party, party
1.
"You sure you it's in there?"
Massie rolls her eyes. "Yes Claire, I'm sure." She yells from her closet, tossing another dress to the side. "You've been in there forever. Why can't I just come in?"
"Because, I want it to be a surprise. I want it to be perfect."
"And if I go in it ruins the perfectness?"
"Found it!"
"Found what?" Claire asked. "My dress, the dress, Claire, get with the program." Massie exclaimed. She tip-toed out of her closet, doing a 360 for Claire to examine.
"Wow," she says, "Some hearts are going to be broken tonight."
2.
Down the street, take a left by the Coffee Hut, walk seven steps (three if they're big) and you're there, the party of the year. Invitation only, strictly exclusive: only the most popular kids in school invited. Derrick 'Gucci' Harrington just happens to be one of those people. Just a few more steps and he'll be at the party of his life
Dylan: hey sweetie can't wait 4 our date! xoxo
"Shit." He says. His fist pounds against the Coffee Hut. "What, what's wrong?" Cam Fisher asks. "I forgot about my da—" He stopped mid-sentence. Cam smirks, "It's one word. Date. Say it with me, date. Come on, it's not hard."
"You know how I feel about…commitment."
"You call your relationship with Dylan a commitment? You can barely remember her birthday, let alone a date. Hell, you can't even say the word!"
Derrick shrugs, "I'll just get her a gift to make up for it."
"Just like the last two gifts she got? I'm sure she'll love it." Cam replied sarcastically.
"If you care so much, why don't you ask her out?"
Cam's smile fell, "Look. All I'm saying is that you can't buy love."
Derrick raised an eyebrow, "Are you making a bet?"
"Are you seriously about to put words in my mouth, make a bet that I know you're gonna lose, and do something ridiculous because you lost said bet?"
"Don't you know me at all?" Derrick sneered.
3.
"Gucci? Want another drink?"
"N-n-no, no. Too much drink. Want a nap, nice bed…no more drink."
"Oh, I get it. You want sex. Hey everybody, my man Gucci here wants to lose his virginity!" Jerry Caldwell, the host of the party's (Sarah Feldman) ex-boyfriend, yells.
"Yeah!" The crowd echoes. It was only 45 minutes into the party and everyone with the exception of Cam was completely wasted.
The doorbell rang. Cam got up to get it, "Oh, it's you." He said. It was Massie, hair curled, short purple dress with matching shoes. He'd hate to admit it, but she was actually looking good.
"So…how's the party?" She asks.
"Dead." He replies.
"Well then…"
They stand there awkwardly for a while, just looking into each other's eyes. "I'll be back." Cam says, walking away without even waiting for a reply.
"Hey Derrick," He says softly to his drunken friend.
"Look, Cammie, I don't, I-I-I don't got no virginity for you. Jerry said I lost it."
Cam held back a laugh, "I wasn't gonna ask you for it buddy, I was just going to remind you. About the bet. I mean, Massie's here, she's the perfect target."
"Poor virginity. It's all lost out there with no one to take care of it. Maybe the-the-the bet knows where it is!" He slurred.
"You're lucky you're cute," Cam said jokingly.